Being Played (Closed)

[Woe_Foe]

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~Name: Melissa Winchester
~Hair: Long, naturally blonde hair
~Eyes: Deep blue eyes
~Height: 5'8 (6'0 with heels)
~Body type: Toned, busty and curvy body
~Age: 18​

Yep, that's me - Melissa Winchester. I was the beautiful, blonde, bombshell of an eighteen year old that everyone knew throughout my years at Williams High School and the one most people would figure that would become a model. I didn't do badly in school; I'm saying this, because the stereotype of endowed blondes such as myself, is that I'd be a total klutz and quite frankly a bimbo. Granted, I wasn't an A+ student, but I still did well enough to get accepted at quite a few university and colleges. Now I wasn't going to get accepted at Yale or Princeton, but I still was accepted to numerous top 50 universities in USNews rankings. But obviously, that's not what my peers (and even some of my father's friends) knew me for. I was gorgeous, as I've mentioned earlier; and even that might be an understatement. I was hot, downright sexy, and I knew it thanks to the comments that I'd constantly get via social media sites from my friends. I was tall, was incredibly fit due to my hours of treadmill running, had the most firm, round backside for men to see. I had long, naturally blonde hair, deep blue eyes, soft pale skin and, perhaps more noticeable for men and jealous women alike, had enormous, bouncy, perky breasts. Maybe it didn't help that I constantly put up sexy pictures on my account and nicknamed myself "Wild Melissa".

Truth be told, maybe I wasn't all that wild. My father was quite adamant at putting me in an all girl, religious Catholic school. My mother wasn't around all that much, up until their messy divorce that I had when I was about thirteen years old. It wasn't until recently that I began to wonder whether she was my biological mother at all; given that looking at her photos, she was as flat as a wall. Even through religious schooling and an overly protective father, I still managed to get a boyfriend. Sorta. We barely saw each other and he was a studious guy over at a private school two streets away. He dreamed of becoming a doctor and helping the world and...well, he didn't really approve of my ways over in the internet. I never saw the big deal; so, what if I was taking revealing pictures of myself for people to see? I wasn't daddy's little angel. I was my own person, taking pictures of my own body and I wouldn't let anyone dictate the way that I lived.

The thing that got my sweet boyfriend, Nicholas, so incredibly frustrated and angry with me, was over the fact that I didn't plan on going to his college...and the fact that I didn't plan to go to college at all. I didn't really see the point; I'd be probably go into the humanities and let's face it, employers weren't lining up to take the next philosophy student into their companies. I told him to drop it; we were set to go to the big hockey game over the weekend; one game over here, in New York city and the next game to root for his team in Boston. Oddly enough, despite being a proud New Yorker, I love the Toronto maple leafs. Maybe it was their uniform, or the fact that I loved the color blue? Or maybe because they were the underdogs? I don't know. But I was so proud to support them.

Anyway, back to I was saying before I rambled on...

Nicholas was absolutely furious and gave me an ultimatum; either drop the whole pictures thing on Facebook and go to his college or...he'd tell my dad. My father and my distant family were pretty much the only people that didn't know about either - given that I used a fake account to talk to him over Facebook and whatnot. I actually had a few of my dad's coworkers over my actual account as friends; though I've made them all promise not to tell him. Besides, they wouldn't even without my asking; what would their bosses say if they were ogling their coworker's little angel?

I didn't say anything that evening. I didn't call Nicholas as I would at 6 PM. Instead, I was at home while my daddy was at work and began to take pictures of myself wearing what I'd bring to the hockey game with the Rangers versus the Leafs. The photo was a little zoomed out, but I figured that it got the point across:

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And already I could see a few comments coming in. They weren't from anyone that I really knew and they were mostly the same thing really "oh wow, hot" or "nice go leafs". I looked over my pictures and smiled, content of my little rebellion against both my boyfriend and my father. Still, I figured that it wasn't enough; I mean, I'd take photos like these from time to time anyway. I bit my bottom lip, as I thought that the following would be a bit much, even for me. But they needed to be punished...

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With the following as the description:

"a close up of my twins supporting the leafs. can anyone handle these jugs? "
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I almost wanted to delete that one, but then it instantaneously had comments flowing in. I looked away and quickly logged out, given that the game was only in about 45 minutes. Taking my dad's keys, I went into the drive way, wearing nothing but this two piece bikini, five-inch blue heels and my purse, before driving off. What I did was a little risky, but who cares? I knew Nicholas would get jealous and call me, probably during the game. He wouldn't tell my father and I got a little payback.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen? I'd just go to this game and have a little fun. Maybe make guys drool over me in the process of watching the game. I just wish that I didn't have to go myself...

It didn't take too long before I reached the stadium and went to the front, digging into my purse for my ticket. It wasn't the most perfect seat, but who cares.

Suddenly, I felt someone tap my right shoulder...and I turned to see a familiar face.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Go Rangers Go! Go Rangers Go! Go-"

"Programs, get your programs here-"

"Anyone need tickets? Selling for a hundred a-"

Truth be told, out of the three distinct statements I could make out at that exact moment, it was the third one that caught my attention the most. Not because I had any interest in buying tickets; if anything, I had one to sell. Here I was, standing in front of the stadium like a dumbass, shaking my head because my and one had just cancelled on me. Both on showing up and on paying me for the ticket. I'd get him back later, even if I wasn't entirely sure how I'd be doing that yet. I'm good at thinking on my feet, but surrounded in the throng of people and a mass coming and going as thousands of people got ready to watch hockey, I knew something would come to me quickly, my striking brown eyes scanning the front of the stadium. It always had during the first twenty two years of my life.

After all, I was Tony Sands. And if I put my mind to it, I could have anything I wanted. It was getting close to game time, so I was almost resigned to trying to claim I'd gotten tickets for the wrong section to try to get to a better spot, but truth be told there were no better seats then the one I had. Great view of the ice, perfect acoustics, and easy access to get out afterwards to do what I could to beat the throng. Another glance, as I looked around to see if I could trade with anyone anyways - two tickets did me no good, and I didn't want an empty seat. I wasn't dressed in blue (unless my jeans counted, which didn't since it wasn't Ranger blue), having a dark brown leather jacket and tight black shirt to go with my jeans. Most folks would call me fit, as I was a bit of a gym rat, with brown hair I usually kept buzzed.

Being good at thinking on the go didn't mean I always paid attention to my surroudings, however, and while pulling out my phone I got bumped, and it clattered to the ground. "Fuck!" I called out, bending down to pick it up. I saw the shoes and legs of many people passing by, but forward and to my left, I saw a glimpse of a tall blue heel. Must've been four or five inches, and I smirked approvingly. Heels were the only shoes a woman should ever dress in between the ages of eighteen and forty, as far as I was concerned, and I stole a glance up her bare foot and ankle to see how short her skirt was.

That would be another tenet for young, attractive women were it up to me. Shorts and skirts only.

My eyes kept going up...and up...and I had to come to my feet to make sure I was seeing what I thought I saw. Yep, no skirt. Then, I was grateful I was behind her as I looked at her exposed torso, and saw her entire outfit.

A bikini. To a hockey game. One showing support for the Leafs, no less. Holding in what looked like ample breasts, and long blonde hair flowing down her back. Drawing a fair amount of attention, male and otherwise, even if nobody seemed to be approaching her directly, there was nobody dressed anything like she was. Hell, the ice girls would probably not go that far...

Ogler or not, I walked forward, phone safely in hand (and mostly undamaged, except for my pride), and as if my day could get any better, I smiled as I recognized her face, giving her a small tap on her bare shoulder.

"Melissa?" I started, looking at her. "Fancy seeing you here." I wished I'd had my sunglasses then so I could leer at her freely, but for the moment suggestive comments (and living vicariously through the many guys looking at her now, given free reign by my distracting of her attention), and I reached into my pocket, pulling out my two tickets.

"I happen to have a free seat here...a friend bailed on me, and I'd hate to go alone." I inclined my head at her. "If you could stomach sitting with a Rangers fan, anyways..." As if desperate for her to join me, I went further before she could speak. "I'll pay for any drinks or food you want, or anything...leave your purse in your car if you want...I've got great seats and I'd hate for this ticket to go to waste."

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Melissa?" he greeted me, almost in disbelief. I got a bit nervous for a moment, not expecting to see someone who'd be able to recognize me so easily at the game and as such, I felt a little self-conscious of my chosen attire. I might have actually blushed just a little as he stared at me, continuing "Fancy seeing you here."

I shook off any modesty (and a bit of embarrassment) running in my brain as I grinned and replied "Tony, is that you? I didn't know that you were a hockey fan!"

I really didn't. Tony and I didn't really chat all that often, so it was difficult to tell anything about his life. Still, in a way it was nice that there was somebody here that I could have a conversation with. Who knows, maybe it'd cool me down from all the drama happening in my life. He smiled as we continued talking, eventually the subject of our conversation coming to him stating:

"I happen to have a free seat here...a friend bailed on me, and I'd hate to go alone. If you could stomach sitting with a Rangers fan, anyways..."

"Oh? Is that so?" I said, eying carefully his ticket. Jesus, he had some really good seats...

"I'll pay for any drinks or food you want, or anything...leave your purse in your car if you want...I've got great seats and I'd hate for this ticket to go to waste."

I pretended to think about this for a second, even if I knew that I'd have to be crazy to pick my crummy seat over his. I didn't want to seem too eager to join him; after all, he might get the wrong idea. I smiled in the end and nodded before jokingly saying "Sure, I'll forgive you for being a Rangers fan just this once."

 

[Bevatoria]

Very noble of her. I snuck in one more up and down look at her body behind my shades before I pocketed them. "Great! I'll give you a sec to put your purse away, if you want me to pay." Soon after that, we were on our way in, and I paid little heed to all of the glances we were drawing on the way in. Okay, all of the glances she was drawing. Not to toot my horn, but it wasn't like you could throw a rock and hit a dozen girls like me, but...

Melissa had the body and was showing it off. She'd chosen a side tie bikini, too, with knots holding the bottom on her hips, and the top behind her neck and back. I was shifting just a little as I walked, my excitement growing at having this beautiful creature next to me for an entire game.

"Careful." Instinctively, I drew my hand around the small of her back, brushing her forward to avoid the bustle of the people moving to and fro around her. I lingered there for just a moment longer then necessary, wrapping it around her hip for a moment. She was so soft, and I decided to fill the gap with a question.

"I'm surprised your boyfriend isn't here with you. Isn't he a hockey fan, too?"

I drew my hand back as she replied, the feel of her skin against my hand still there even as I fumbled in my pocket for a moment. We were inside the stadium now, and near the concession area. "Want anything?" I asked. "Just getting a beer for myself..."

As the lineup moved - I could only imagine how many people were looking at her now - I smiled and looked at her. "Well, it's Nick's loss that he's not here." Soon, we got our order, and headed in to my seats. They weren't the best ones in the house, but with who I had with me, I had the best one in the house.

"Easy." I grabbed her arm to 'steady' her down the steps on her heels, wanting to get used - or get her used - to the idea of me touching her.

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Great! I'll give you a sec to put your purse away, if you want me to pay."
"Oh sure." I said with a grin "I won't object to that."

I did my best to ignore the stares that we were getting as we finally made our way in, just as I did when I was waiting in line by myself earlier. Honestly, men could be such pigs but for all intents and purposes, my plan was working well. My plan being, of course, to get Nick jealous for being such a jerk earlier. So...that was the reason why I decided to wear this bikini, I guess, which in retrospect might not have been such a great idea, given how my breasts would bounce at every step we took. Anyway, it was probably best to not think about Nick or my need for revenge right now - there was a game here and god damn it, I was going to enjoy it!

"Careful."
"Oh, thanks"

Lost amid my thoughts, I nearly bumped into people until Tony moved me aside. His hand lingered though, feeling the soft bare skin on my lower back for just a moment. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips when he wrapped his hand around my hip...

"I'm surprised your boyfriend isn't here with you. Isn't he a hockey fan, too?"

Well, he just had to ask...

"Sort of. He couldn't make it because he's a jerk." I said with a bit of a laugh, trying not to get into detail over what happened. For one, talking about relationship issues in public is awkward and secondly, it would be a mood killer for the hockey game.

"Want anything? Just getting a beer for myself..." he asked, breaking me out of my thoughts again.
"Oh no, it's fine. Thank you though." I replied, being polite.
"Well, it's Nick's loss that he's not here." He stated with a smile.
"Damn straight." I answered with a smile of my own.

"Easy."

Tony grabbed my arm as my heels clicked on the steps, eager to help me get down to our seats. "Aren't you kind?" I said with yet another warm smile across my face "Thanks for the help" all the while he held my arm.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Aren't you kind?"

Well, I'd never say I wasn't, but my motives were anything but pure as I stole a glance up and down her soft, supple body, covered in only the most intimate places by her skimpy bikini. Her breasts bounced in her top as she walked, as a dark part of me wondered if they could pop right out... "What else is a guy to do?" I asked as I kept a grip on her while we made our way down the concrete steps. I could feel it getting a bit colder, but even with as close to the ice as we were the chill wasn't that extreme.

Of course, I didn't feel it because I had a jacket, shirt, and pants on, and could only imagine how Melissa felt with how little she had on.

"Thanks for the help."

I let go of her arm to let her sit down, stealing a look down her top while she was glancing elsewhere. I took my place next to her, meeting her gaze. "You're very welcome, Melissa. I'm sure I'll be helping you with other things later." We had a bit of time to kill before the game began, and while I wanted to get to know her a bit, I also wanted to discreetly ogle her a little more before I was 'forced' to watch the game. Our seats were damn good and I was a hockey fan; I just liked her next to me more. Especially wearing what little she was. I loved how the strings left so much more of her skin exposed.

I let the moment linger for a bit as I took a drink of my beer. Damn overpriced stadium crap.

"You happy with the seats?"

Of course, she would be. That was the point.

"You can see more of the action from here, I think. Take in more of the crowd noise." I nodded at her. "Of course, more people will take notice of you as well." I gave her a teasing smile, as I was obviously referring to her outfit....

"I mean you being a Maple Leafs fan, of course." I looked out at the ice, watching the players warm up, taking shots at their goalies, skating around and stretching. "People here are usually pretty good about that, though."

In response to her, my hand brushed lightly over her bare shoulder.

"Think of it this way. Tonight, you're not Melissa Winchester. You're 'Wild Melissa', the one you post as on your facebook page..." As much as I wanted her to feel comfortable, I did want a bit of an edge to our time together tonight. Some excitement and adrenaline, something that could be helped if she knew I'd seen what she had posted earlier.